Author's Note: I am going to have to say that I am rather proud of myself for getting all these posted! I would also like to say that I miss all the Liley stories!!!! Where have they gone????

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or its characters.

Los Angeles
Sunday, July 11
9:34 AM

Lilly arrived in Los Angeles and quickly joined the hustle and bustle of the west coast city. She stepped out of the airport and slipped on her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun. Turning her head slowly to the left and then to the right she soon spotted her contact approaching her in a sleek top-down convertible, silver like a bullet, and probably just as fast Lilly thought to herself. With a couple steps to the curb, she went to the car and threw her bag in the back seat before opening the door and dropping down in the low, leather bucket seat.

"What's up Lilly?" his contact asked enthusiastically.

"Hey Oliver. It's good to see you." she smiled, "Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem. Welcome to LA!" he grinned. He shifted gears and zipped through the traffic outside the airport, sending them quickly on their way.

"So Oliver, what do we have?" Lilly asked.

"We've got a nice set up for you. We have all the files from the LAPD, the letters and all of that are being analyzed again by our forensics team, and we have the best surveillance gadgets if I do say so myself."

"What new toys have you created?" Lilly asked curiously. That's how she knew Oliver, actually that was how every ISA agent knew Oliver, he was the technological guru and wizard, coming up with creations other intelligence agencies wished they had. All those off the wall contraptions in spy movies were simply an exciting challenge to Oliver to create and that's why he was the best.

"I've got a few things brewing, but nothing you'll have to use. You have a basic bodyguard mission Lilly. All you need to do is trust your instincts and keep an eye on the client... which is not a bad gig if you ask me."

Lilly chuckled in response. "Remember she's Robbie's daughter which means hands off."

"If you say so, but technically aren't all clients supposed to be hands off."

"There are exceptions sometimes," Lilly said with a sly smirk. "But Miley Stewart is definitely off limits," she somewhat lamented. "She is hot though... really hot."

"She's going to be even hotter when you meet her."

"What are you talking about?"

"It was a bad joke," Oliver confessed. "See, she's on a photo shoot and you're expected to meet her there... in the desert."

"A photo shoot?"

"Yep, that's where we're going. Hope you're ready for a road trip."

Mojave Desert
11:03 AM

Nearly an hour and a half later Lilly arrived at the photo-shoot with Oliver. Parked some distance away from where the work was taking place, Lilly hopped out of the car and as soon as she closed the door she noticed a man walking briskly toward him. The displeased expression on his face indicated to Lilly that this was the man she was supposed to meet. He looked none to happy to see Lilly. Dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit, with a light blue and white striped open collar shirt, he walked as if he were on a mission. His dark hair was smoothed back with far too much hair gel that caught Lilly somewhat off guard and added to the slick image he seemed to be trying to convey.

Lilly began to meet him halfway. She took a few steps towards him, which caused the man to frown even more than before.

"What in the hell is this? Miley is forced to have some bodyguard and they send a gimp?"

Lilly easily grew defensive. She hadn't flown clear across the country and drove over an hour in the hot California sun to be insulted by this guy. "I'm not too gimpy to put my foot up your…"

"Ok, ok, ok," Oliver immediately intervened with an uneasy laugh. He stepped in between the two people and extended his hand to the stranger. "I'm Oliver and this is Lilly Truscott. I'm guessing your Lucas."

Lucas stared at his hand and sighed heavily before taking it for a strong handshake. "Yes, I'm Lucas Roberts, Miley Stewart's agent. She is in the middle of a shoot right now, so she can't be disturbed but she is expecting you."

"That's fine," Lilly commented. "I'll have plenty of time to set some ground rules with her later."

"Look, anything you have to say to Miley you can tell me. The least amount of time you spend with her the better."

This guy is really pushing his luck. "Lucas," Lilly tried to say calmly, but knew she was failing.

"Do I detect an accent?" Lucas interrupted. "New York it sounds like."

"I grew up in Brooklyn," Lilly explained. "But that's not the point. I've been assigned to protect Ms. Stewart, so I have to develop a working relationship with her... one-on-one; so that means you can't be the go between. That's how I work."

"That maybe so Lilly but Miley doesn't want you here."

"That's not my problem. Her mother requested the help of the ISA and her father has arranged for me to be her bodyguard and for Oliver to handle security surveillance. We are professionals so respect that we know what we're doing. We have been in situations you can only dream of and this is honestly something neither of us are excited about but we have a job to do."

Lucas glared at Lilly angrily, not wanting to back down but knew he had no choice in the matter, the look of determination on Lilly's face told him he had no chance of winning this battle. "Fine." He glanced at the elaborate set up for the photo shoot a distance away. "You might as well come and see what's happening." he mumbled and began to walk away.

"Friendly guy." Oliver commented to Lilly. They both shrugged at Lucas' surly behavior and followed him to where the others were gathered. This was something new to Lilly. She saw the crew assembled, holding different things or doing various tasks, but in the midst of it all she saw a petite figure posing and she moved closer to get a better look.

Lilly and Oliver found a spot to stand, giving them a relatively clear view of what was happening. "I guess I'll have to get used to this right?" Lilly said to Oliver, then brought her attention to what was happening and she felt her heart stop. She had seen pictures and saw her on television, but nothing could have prepared her for the first time she set her eyes on Miley. She was even more beautiful, something she wouldn't have thought possible before. Her chocolate brown hair fell down in bouncy curls against her shoulders. Her skin possessed a gentle glow from being kissed by the sun. She was petite in stature but had a presence that made her seem bigger than she was, Lilly could sense the attitude and determination in her, but at the same time she appeared to be a free spirit as well. Then there was that brilliant smile she flashed as she had fun with the camera. Lilly was mesmerized, simply spellbound by her.

Lilly continued to watch somewhat hypnotized. Miley was beyond gorgeous and she instantly wondered how she could remain professional throughout this assignment. She turned and walked a few steps away. Reaching into her pocket she pulled her pack of cigarettes and didn't hesitate to light one. She soon relaxed after a stream of smoke escaped from her lips, but the relaxation was only temporary. Her body tensed as she heard a woman fussing incessantly, the shrill in her voice was almost too much to bear. After a long drag, she turned to see that beautiful creature walking toward her with tremendous attitude. God, she's gorgeous when she's angry. She knew she was in for a definite challenge.

"Is she the one?" Miley asked Lucas who followed close behind her. She soon stood before Lilly and frowned as she continued to smoke. "Put that out!" she ordered.

Taken aback by her tone, Lilly looked at her curiously. "What?"

"The cigarette. Put it out."

"I'm not finished." she argued.

"I don't like people smoking around me."

"Then go back to where you were and I'll stay here then we'll talk later. How's that sound?" she suggested in a condescending tone.

"Don't you dare patronize me!"

"Well, I don't respond well to people ordering me around." she explained.

"I didn't ask you to be here. I agreed for my mother's peace of mind, but that doesn't mean I have to like having someone like you around, especially someone Robbie Ray picked. I hear you're his partner."

"Yes, I am your father's partner."

"I don't have a father," she spat. Swiftly, she turned on her heels and began to walk away. "And put out that cigarette!"

Lilly's eyes narrowed in on her as she walked away. Lucas approached her, holding a bottle of water in his hand, he took a sip to beat the heat before he spoke to Lilly.

"I'd say that went well." Lucas said with an arrogant grin.

Lilly's eyes shifted from watching Miley's cute form walk away to the smarmy man before her. "Very." she muttered and promptly pushed her cigarette in the opening of the bottled water Lucas held. Without another word said Lilly walked away toward the set, leaving a dumbfounded Lucas behind and officially beginning her assignment as a bodyguard. She had a feeling it would be the most challenging assignment she would ever have as an ISA agent.

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